Everyone was raring to go, ready to charge at any moment.
Old Tao hunched over, his head lowered, not daring to look at Zhang Yiming, his body trembling slightly.
The other dozen or so zombies were also instinctively shaking, emitting creaking sounds, as if unable to control themselves, ready to kneel on the ground.
The brainwaves were not rampant, and there was even a faint smile on Zhang Yiming's face.
Just a hint of aura emanating from him was enough to bring Old Tao, a being belonging to the Zombie King, to the brink of collapse.
This aura was as cold as it could be, striking deep fear into zombies who had no trace of warmth on their bodies.
Zhang Yiming's smile was as warm and sunny as ever, yet the smile didn't reach his eyes.
The bloodthirsty impulse in his mind was almost at its peak, yet he forcibly suppressed it.
Those gentle eyes were still mild as they looked at every superpower user who hurled insults at him.
